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When It Rains It Pours

When It Rains It Pours 

Idiomatic sayings are such a delightful way of expressions,
The truth in them may sometimes stretch our imagination..

When it rains, it pours is one such expressive gem of wisdom..
When troubles in numbers mirror realism in a weather phenomenon..  

Here in Bolehland widely hailed as a Land of Endless Possibilities...
Ernest concerted efforts are put in place to deny negative publicity...

Like minded politicians are staying resolute behind a highly ranked civil servant..
Whose exalted position demands he be above controversies as a public servant...

Electorates on the ground are increasingly befuddled and anguished each day..
As snippets of less than positive news and episodes are revealed each day...

It is widely accepted that the door of opportunity closes while another opens..
Likewise all tall tales of lies and deceit, numerous are the  twists and turns...

Here in Bolehland, there is outright shock and disgust at the latest turn of events..
After months of in-depth investigative reports, no one could comprehend... 

When the highest legal prosecution office in Bolehland triumphantly blared...
Despite the voluminous reports and papers, there was no crime to declare ....

The presumably guilty topmost civil servant was declared squeaky clean...
To top it all, he was so honorable as to have had returned millions unseen...

The gossip mill is rampant and unflattering over this latest seal of innocence..
More so when there are incoming news of global inquiry and  investigations...

The court of public opinion is out there in the streets of Bolehland...
To the man in the street, he is seeing multiple acts of Houdini first hand...

But as the proverbial wisdom has so aptly been used when troubles abound...
When it rains, it pours, especially for someone in high office in Bolehland.....

To all interested, seat back and watch the melodrama as it unfolds by each day...
When it rains, it pours should hopefully reveal the elusive truth one fine day...


http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-world-of-scandal-descends-on.html?ref=source

https://sg.news.yahoo.com/twists-turns-najib-rm2-6-230008097.html?nhp=1

Premium Member When It Rains, It Pours

When it rains it definitely pours with me.
Either I have way too much time on my hands for months literally,
or I'm so busy without any free time at all for months for anybody,
but more unfortunately, absolutely no free time for yours truly.
Yes, when it rains it truly does pour when it comes to me.
I guess I should feel thankful most sincerely
during times of "way too much time on my hands for months literally,"
because I'm often unemployed during those periods regularly,
but apparently, that still has not yet hurt me financially,
but I'm NOT rich by any stretch of the imagination,
so don't even think of trying to get a loan out of me.
I'm just your everyday hard working blue collar stiff, 
who just happens to know how to manage his money.

When It Rains It Pours

To her from him...

They say "when it rains, it pours."
The absence of your love is causing a mental war.
Since you been gone things just aren't the same.
Beneath my breastbone my heart screams your name.
It was just this morning I was going through pictures of us together.
My world was still storming and I wondered if I could shake this weather.
I just can't keep going on like this forever.
Why do I feel like a pawn in every endeavor?
I long for your caress but my emotions are in chains.
I feel this profound loneliness but only when it rains....

To him from her...

When the sun comes out, I feel you're nearby,
The sadness goes away, and the wind carries my sighs,
The longing in my heart, to just start anew,
To just kiss your lips and show you how much I truly love you.
A storm comes in and washes my face,
But every drop is with a tear that says you'll never be replaced,
Waiting for your love, just standing in the rain....

A collaboration with "Jimmy Anderson"
He wanted to write something together, 
so off of his idea I wrote the second verse.
its nothing personal: inspired off my name slightly i think though.


When It Rains, It Pours

A life of wealth and poverty have I lived, 
When it would rain, it would pour
Heartily onto my canvas of white, 
Smothering colors onto my palette. 
Like an epiphany, I had a dream!
That I am not all that I see, 
Behind the facade of empty fulfilling smiles, 
I was but a racoon who'd lost his mean, 
Where nowhere I would wish to be. 

There were days with worries fused, 
And some days I had a heart of cold, 
Where I'd make a mountain out of a molehill, 
But many were days when I used to be bold, 
I'd felt like I could conquer all, 
But in deceit was all that trot, 
A lie to my ember being, 
For worries they make you cause;
A loss of time, a loss of time indeed. 

A baffling childhood I honestly had.. 
Happily married to unhappy parents, 
But that wouldn't have made me sad, 
For it was a trial to pass my own past, 
For an old dog could not be taught new tricks, 
Once learned you can never unlearn, was such a thing;
To my parents both young and old, 
Fruitful words they'd never speak, 
Hate and complain were they're own thing.

So I've come to learn my own way, 
That memories warm or cold, 
Life is but hastily short, 
And this dream is but long. 
Always will there come a 'morrow, 
Perhaps joy you could borrow? 
From people apart from your tribe,
For Loneliness is not a thing to shy, 
It is but true, not a lie, so be honest. 


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When It Rains, It Pours

“When it rains, it pours”
Often turns out true 
For one thing gone wrong 
Sometimes starts a slew.

So an E.R. trip,
Which would be enough,
Then a tire near flat
Leads to other stuff.

Like no transport home
From a birthday meet,
Since the E.R. car
Had the booster seat.

Frantic texts and calls
‘Til things got resolved,
But the story then
Gets much more involved.

‘Cross the ocean, flights
Somehow got delayed.
Then a phone got lost,
Leaving all dismayed.

But the downpour stops
And the sun comes out.
All the ups and downs
Are what life’s about.

Premium Member When It Rains It Pours

Have you ever heard of the saying…
When It Rains It Pours?

Well that saying became real
in my life a couple weeks ago.
And it made me super depressed.
Everything thing in my house
seemed to breakdown( two things)
I didn't have any money in my
savings or on credit card.
So it's extremely important to 
save up money for a rainy day 
because one never knows what 
emergency will happen.
I learned that the hard. I strive to
do better in the future. As you know
we all learn lessons from life 
experiences.
Well you may ask me what broke
down?
Let me tell you what it was……….
My refrigerator and the plumbing
in my bathroom, stopped working
almost at the same time.
Is the problem solved?
I am working on it.
Am I still depressed?
No, although those things 
happened it could be much worse.
My kids are healthy,
I have a roof over my head,
lights, gas, food, bed and a deep
freezer( thank God for a deep freezer).



9-18-19
Alexis Y.
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.


When It Rains It Pours

In the silence of your mind, 
thoughts overflow like your cup is running over
But you stay strong and confident like a soldier.
In the face of treat, you hold your composure.
Cold shoulder, pain that's in the eyes of the beholder.
Blockage to your heart, being protected by a boulder. 
 
A mockingbird that's never been killed 
It pours on this end, like when hearing the funeral bells 
Like May, June rain every day it fall.
A philosopher in the making, 
Something like Plato in his prime.
Or Shakespeare one of a kind.

You stay on your grind for the blessings to grow over time 
Stay through to your nature 
Like being in your natural habitat.

Mother's words hit harder now that you're older 
Like yesterday to today now having to look over your shoulder. 

They mistake kindness for weakness 
Timid for scared 
Helping out for being ordered around 
That's the type of stigma when you're young. 

When it rains, it pours over here 
Blessings in abundance 
Bless beyond years of hardship 
Like the titanic but this ship won't sink.

Thinking about it and complaining about it at the same time 
I'm one in the making like Walther Rodney 
These steady strong bones was meant to brake wave 
Like Mark Anthony I'm the definition of brave.

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